Polish and Luster

The Archangel waited patiently for the young wolf’s answer, nodding as she gave it. “Very good. I’m not certain if your mother outlined the pack rules to you, so I will lay them out for you. If you need anything clarified, don’t be afraid to ask me, alright?” He gave her an easy grin as he pushed himself carefully to a seated position.

“Since your interest is fighting, I’ll give you the laws that are most related to the career first. One, your activity in sparring must be exemplary if you wish to rise to any high rank in this line, Legionary, especially. And two, you must have a Witness to your spars. A third party from the pack that can be honest about who won or lost. It’s no great shame to lose a fight—failing is one of the best ways to learn, after all. But it is never alright to lie and say you won in order to rise through the ranks. Understood?”

His eyes locked with hers, holding no accusation, only an intense wish that she absorb this knowledge and retain it for the future. He wanted to see the children of the pack rise to success and be able to look back on their road to that success and be able to be proud and know they earned it.